EXTRACT FOR
The Pain Files - Volume Two
(Kelly Addams)

Dawn closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. The air hissed, and with expert precision he laid the cane with considerable force across her firm thirty four B cup tits. Dawn cried out in pain, it hurt, more than she had expected.

"Does it hurt bitch?" she felt his fingers tracing the length of the rapidly developing welt.

"It hurts Sir!" she gasped in reply.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

"Fuck you... Sir!"

Dawn sensed him step away and braced herself. Fireworks exploded inside her head a fraction of a second after she registered the hiss of cane cutting air. Agony burst from her breasts and ricocheted around her brain. Her knees buckled and she sagged to the floor. He had deliberately targeted her prominent nipples, she hadn't expected his aim to be so exact, but he had judged perfectly, and he had not held back.

"Did that hurt?" he was breathless. Dawn opened her eyes and discovered him on his knees facing her, his focus was locked on her swelling nips. 

"What do you fucking think?" 

Why the hell did I say it like that? The rational section of her brain had registered agony, and had sense been in control she should have said and done just about anything to avoid a repeat of his sadistic stroke. But sense held the minority grip because a crazy and wild abandon was firmly in control, she had sworn to invite more of his attention.

"Stand," he ordered, "And do not move."

Dawn's vision flashed blood red and her head spun, he struck hard, he struck repeatedly, time after time he laid the cane across her swelling and striped boobs, tears flowed down her cheeks as she repeated the word fuck after every savage slash. 

"Need more do you?" Master Jackson wiped sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, "Bend over slut, I know just how to punish you."

Dutifully Dawn turned and collapsed forward over the arm of the closest chair, her tits were on fire yet still her body begged for more, much more.

"Did you peep down my blouse often Sir?" she managed to gasp as her ragged breathing steadied.

"As often as possible," he replied as he ran a hand across her naked ass, "When I took you for lessons I would often admire those sweet little nipples, when you were studying your shirt always sagged open, and it is a surprise to note that you actually grew into that bra."

"I wish I had known." Dawn braced herself as his hand strayed from her buttocks to the outside of her thigh. Here it comes she warned herself as fingers traced across under the curve of her round cheek and gently lingered for a second against her labia.

"Why is that?" he answered with a dreamy distance in his voice.

"Because If I'd known I would have guaranteed you a better view." she giggled and felt the finger resting against her soaking cunt twitch.

"Dirty little slut," he whispered, "You're a whore."

"Yes Sir, I am." Dawn felt abandon grip her again, she was submitting. The sting of the cane had been fulfilment of fantasy, even though in truth it was not a fantasy that she had held for very long, but her mind now switched away from fantasy to the reality of her submissiveness. Now Master Jackson was pushing her buttons, she was a slut, she was a whore, she was less than nothing... and he understood. "You know me Sir, I can't hide what I am from you."